Once upon an evening dreary, while I lurked weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten posts,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a bitching,
As of some one gently pitching, bitching at my chamber door.
`'Tis JasonTerror,' I muttered, `bitching at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'

By getting just a little closer to you, I think I could find it out
Just so these days would never ever have to end without a doubt
Ringing in a tone that slowly died and never will restart again
And all at once, I know everything is gone

He was very much beloved. And sometimes people don't know how to give things up

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Originally Posted by Lithium Flower

Once upon an evening dreary, while I lurked weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten posts,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a bitching,
As of some one gently pitching, bitching at my chamber door.
`'Tis JasonTerror,' I muttered, `bitching at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'

Apparently a number of famous horses got stuffed trying not to make any sex jokes trying not to make any sex jokes trying not to make any sex jokes. Like for a while that was a very de rigueur thing to do or something, "hey, this is a popular horse, PEOPLE WILL WANT TO COME LOOK AT IT FOREVER." But I guess it worked, because I remember going to see the taxidermal corpse of Misty of Chincoteague when I was a little girl.

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